Weekends don't belong to me

I've been in a REALLY foul mood all day today and i think i know why.

Its because i'm doing work for the rat....on a Saturday. More specifically, on my 3-Years Anni-with-the-mister weekend ALSO my last weekend before my trip There's pretty much a deadline this Wednesday and the stuff needs to be completed/tested by Tuesday afternoon. That said the work load is not simply something that can be completed all in 2 days. Its more like four, FULL 8-hour work days worth of time that is needed but im squeezing it all into my weekend + Mon and Tuesday. Suddenly my "part-time" status has turned into hell.

• - I am UNPACKED
• - I don't have my room cleared so the mister can paint it when im away. This itself is a DAYS activity
• - I'm UNPAID
• - I haven't gymmed in 2 weeks & i feel sooo flabbby. I was in A-SHAPE 2 weeks ago now imback to ground zero
• - i need new flats b/c my mutant toes punctured holes through my current flats trying to be freed

On the bright side though,

• - lx bought me Converses because he felt like i had no "shoes" i can wear and abuse
• - There are packages in the mail coming my way
• - Cuba in 7 days!!!!!!!!!!
• - 3 Years Anniversary with the mister come Monday
• - GCM Girls Dim Sum Morning tomorrow morning
• - Daddy's Birthday dinner AFTER dimsum = day of weight gain

Yeah thats it. im going to go back to being bitter now.
Actually you think im in a foul mood. the fat bitch beside me needs to fucking lighten up. so freaking ass rude yo. My only conclusion is she must work for a BIGGER rat.